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“But…”

“But nothing. It sounds like a word a dirty old perve would use when trying to come onto a 12 year old girl. Just wrong. Find another.”

Eyes wide and mouth open he looked at me for about 10 seconds, and then he just laughed. He laughed so hard I fell off his lap. Which made him laugh some more. All in all, I think the two of us laughed ourselves silly for a solid ten minutes. Eventually he stopped and just said “Got you. I like it when your ass is naked, especially when it’s naked under my shirt” laughed again, shaking his head.

Satisfied, I climbed back onto his lap and studied is chest. It was covered in a massive tattoo of a wolf. It was all shades of grey and black with huge turquoise eyes and the artwork was so amazing it actually looked like it was soft enough to pet. I traced the outline with my finger and asked why he chose a wolf.

“Wolves are strong and powerful and fiercely protective of their pack. The day I was voted in as President, I went in for this. It symbolises everything I wanted to be as Prez. It took a few weeks but it was worth the wait. I still love it. Almost as much as the rockers on my back.”

“Do you think you’ve succeeded? Are you all of those things?”

“I’d like to think so. I work hard for this Club, I would die protecting those men just as they’d die for me. I will be loyal to them till the day I die. I’ve even killed for them. So, I hope I have lived up to this magnificent animal.”

I studied his face which was deep in thought and deadly serious. “There is no doubt in my mind that you are all of the things this symbolises. Now, tell me about these nipple rings.” I said playfully as I kissed along his jaw up to his ear and back down his neck “what’s with these?” I licked my way down his neck to his chest and peppered a trail of kisses to one nipple and then the other.

“Why don’t you try sucking on one and see” he said with a sexy grin on his face.

Slowly I sucked one into my mouth and gently swirled my tongue around it. The half a hard on he already had was instantly like a steel rod in his jeans as he pushed his chest into my face. He moaned a deep, rumbling groan spurring me on. I continued to suck on his nipple as I brought my hand up to the other. Gently I tugged on it and rolled it between my fingers. His hands tangled in my hair pulling my face closer to his chest as his groans grew louder. I ground my naked pussy into his hard on and while I used both hands to tug and twist his nipples I kissed my way down his magnificent, tattooed abs till I reached the top of his jeans. My fingers danced their way down to his jeans and unbuttoned them as I continued to kiss his stomach and ribs. Commando. Of course, I thought smiling to myself. His erection burst from his jeans and I stared up at him. I dropped to my knees on the deck in front of the couch and slowly licked his magnificent cock all the way from his balls to the tip and back down again. My fingers continued to caress his abs as I swirled my tongue around the tip and ever so slowly took him into my mouth. Just the tip, in and out, gently scraping my teeth over it. His moans grew louder and I looked up to find him staring right back at me while playing with his nipple rings. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so sexy. Instantly I sucked him down – well as much as I could fit in my mouth – and went to town alternating between licking him and sucking him as hard as I could. I was so turned on I decided I needed to help myself. I brought one hand down to caress his balls and used the other to finger myself. He almost roared with pleasure as I took him so deep I could barely breathe and he watched me getting off on getting him off. Within seconds he had his hands under my arms and I was being dragged back up his body. “Fucking perfect” he growled out as his lips crashed into mine and he slammed me down onto his steel rod. I screamed my pleasure, his name on my lips as his hands went to my waist and he lifted me up and down repeatedly slamming me back down onto him. I tugged at one of his nipples with one hand and rolled my clit between my own fingers with the other. We lasted all of a minute more like this before we both went crashing over the edge into an explosion that lasted forever. Eventually coming down from the high he picked me up and walked us back into the bedroom where we spent most of the day exploring, fucking, talking and sleeping. Every nap of course spent with me plastered on top him, wrapped in his arms with him still inside me.

Sometime late afternoon we decided we needed to come up for air and food. After showering and dressing – me in yesterday’s clothes topped off with one of his flannel shirts – we decided on dinner at Lou’s diner and then drinks at the bar.

“First though, can we stop at my place? I need clean clothes.”

“No problem” he replied “Gotta pack a few things to leave at my place. Like you in just my shirts, but don’t’ think you can wear them everywhere” he noted with a laugh.

‘You want my stuff at your place?” I questioned

“Told you, we’re happening. So, yes. I do. I’d have you there all the time too if I could” he said raising is eyebrows at me, daring me to challenge him. I just laughed and told him I wasn’t ready to be chained to his bed quite yet.

Dinner was huge! Burgers, fries and shakes. I was ravenous and managed to eat the entire lot much to my own surprise and Saint’s amusement. He thinks I ate my own body weight in burger. Then it was off to the bar to grab a drink before the weekend was over.

Jameson clapped his hands and whistled as we walked in and put drinks on the bar for both of us with a huge smile on his face. “Looks like my two favourite people just became my favourite couple” he said “A woman has finally locked down Michael Saint.”

“He locked himself down” I said raising one eyebrow and raising both hands up “I had nothing to do with it.”

We spent the next hour laughing and talking. Saint and Jameson called up Smoke to join them and they decided on their plans for this week. Apparently the new clubhouse is ready and they have to add a few final touches and start moving people and stuff back in. Including the club girls that look after the men’s needs.

“Where are they anyway?” I ask. “I haven’t seen any here at the bar when you get together. Where have they been living?”

“We rented a house for them just outside of town while the clubhouse was being re-built. They were given an allowance for food and incidentals and in return, were still available to the guys when needed. Which I think has been most nights” he smirked “we didn’t want to have them hanging around Jameson’s bar and we didn’t want them going elsewhere.”

“Huh. Sounds like you thought of everything” I mused and went back to my drink and my phone.

When they’d finalised who was doing what it was time to leave. I went to kiss Saint good night and walk home. He was having none of that apparently. “Where do you think you’re going? You stay in my bed now. Every night.”

“Home. Because I have my own place. Just down the road remember? You picked me up from there yesterday…It’s just a short walk. I’ll be fine.”

“Firstly, you don’t ever walk down there or anywhere in the dark on your own. Secondly, you don’t need that place anymore. I’ve got everything we need.”

My voice raises, my eyes narrow and I think my hands move to my hips “That simple huh? You going to be around to walk me somewhere every time it’s dark? I don’t think so. And ‘that place’ is ‘my place’ complete with ‘my stuff’, lacking as it may be. I’ve lasted the last 12 months or so on my own, looking after myself. How did that suddenly change?”

He quickly recognised the signs of a woman who wasn’t going to be told what to do and put both his hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay. I’ll drop you home in the morning. We’ll talk about this some more tomorrow. Come on, I’ve got things I need to do.”

I rolled my eyes. The alpha behaviour has started. What he’s got to do at ten o’clock at night is beyond me. But regardless, I climb on the bike. I’m not going to say it out loud but his bed is so much better than mine and it has the added benefit of him being in it.

Turns out the ‘thing’ he’s got to ‘do’ is me. He has me undressed the second the door is closed behind us and his hands are everywhere closely followed by his mouth. It’s clear this one is going to be on his terms so I surrender completely letting him have his way. And his way is magnificent. His hands move over every single inch of my body. They’re rough and calloused and I love the way they feel against my soft skin. He spends so much time on my inner thighs I think I might explode before he gets to my now dripping core. His tongue ignites little flames in places I never knew could burn, his beard is deliciously rough against my thighs and my mouth makes noises it’s never made before. It feels like he spends hours just touching me and I love it. Finally I can’t take any more and I’m begging for him to give me the release I need. He does this over and over again. His tongue flicks over my entrance and moves up to my throbbing clit where is mouth latches on and relentlessly licks and sucks as his fingers move to find my g-spot. I lose count of the number of times he makes me come like this and when he’s finally done he moves over the top of me and does it all over again with his huge, hard length slamming into me. His stamina is impressive to say the least. Without warning he pulls out of me, flips me over and pulls me back into him entering me from behind. He’s huge and every time he slams into me, he sends me to the edge again. With no notice, he slides his thumb into my arse, fucking that too. I fall over the edge, screaming my release and he follows me down roaring my name. My name. I love hearing my name on is lips. And before I know it, he has me turned around and sprawled on top of him with his arms around my waist. “Sleep now my Queen.”

Jade

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